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DRAMATIS   PERSONS. 


CHARLES  II,  King  of  Spain. 

DON  JOSE  DE  SANTAREM,  his  Minister. 

DON  CAESAR  DE  BAZAN. 

MARQUIS  DE  MONTEFIORI. 

LAZARILLO. 

ALCALDE. 

CAPTAIN  OF  GUARDS. 

MARITANA,  a  Gitana. 

MARCHIONESS  DE  MONTEFIORI. 

Nobles,  Alguazils,  Soldiers,  Men-at-Arms,  Populace,  Gipsiea. 
SCENE— MADRID. 


PLOT  OF  THE  OPERA. 

IN  a  public  square  of  the  city  of  Madrid,  a  band  of  Gitanos  or  Gipsies  are  levy- 
ing contributions  on  the  populace,  in  recompense  for  the  songs  and  dances  they 
amuse  them  with.  With  this  tribe  is  a  young  girl  of  extraordinary  beauty  of 
person,  and  a  vocalist  of  more  than  common  talent.  The  gay  KING,  Charles  the 
Second  of  Spain,  has  seen  her,  and  is  smitten  with  her  charms.  At  the  end  of  one 
of  her  lays  he  gives  her  a  coin  of  value,  and  hastens  away;  but  his  disguise  does 
not  conceal  him  from  the  keen  eyes  of  DON  JOSE,  his  minister,  who,  to  carry  out 
his  own  designs  upon  the  Queen,  resolves  to  aid  in  converting  the  fair  young  Gipsy 
to  the  purposes  of  the  KING.  He  praises  her  beauty,  excites  her  ambition,  and 
awakens  in  her  heart  hopes  of  future  grandeur  and  prosperity.  At  this  moment 
DON  CAESAR  DE  BAZAN  comes  reeling  from  a  tavern,  where  he  has  lost  his  last 
maravedi  to  gamblers.  His  costume,  once  rich,  is  now  ragged  and  dirty:  his  hand- 
some person  bears  marks  of  dissipation  and  poverty,  yet  in  his  air  and  bearing 
there  is  still  something  noble  and  prepossessing.  DON  JOSE  and  he  have  been 
friends  in  brighter  days,  and  recognizing  each  other,  DON  C^SAR  briefly  recapitu- 
lates the  downward  steps  that  have  led  liim  to  his  present  condition.  LAZARILLO, 
a  poor  forlorn  boy,  who  has  just  attempted  to  destroy  himself,  now  attracts  Dox 
CAESAR'S  attention,  and  tells  him  the  story  of  his  wrongs.  DON  CAESAR  becomes  his 
friend,  and  is  soon  embroiled  in  a  quarrel,  which  leads  to  a  duel.  Now  an  edict 
has  been  passed  to  punish  with  death  all  who  engage  in  that  mode  of  settling  dis- 
putes, and  DON  CAESAR  is  arrested  and  conveyed  to  prison,  while  DON  JOSE  promises 
MAIUTANA  an  introduction  to  Court  on  the  morrow. 

At  the  commencement  of  the  Second  Act  we  find  DON  CJESAR  asleep  in  prison, 
while  the  boy  LAZARILLO  watches  near  him.  DON  CAESAR  is  condemned  to  die  at 
seven,  and  the  hands  of  the  clock  point  to  five  as  he  awakes ;  but  two  hours'  life 
remain  to  him;  yet  he  is  gay,  and  ridicules  all  attempts  to  condole  with  him.  DON 
JOSE  now  enters,  and  professing  friendship  for  DON  CJESAR,  makes  a  proposition  to 
him  whereby  his  wish  to  die  a  soldier's  death  may  be  gratified,  on  one  condition — 
namely,  that  he  shall  marry  !  The  alternative  is,  to  be  hanged  like  a  dog,  or  be 
married,  and  afterwards  shot  like  a  gentleman.  For  the  last  named  privilege, 
DON  CAESAR  consents  to  suffer  matrimony  for  an  hour  and  three-quarters.  The  DON 
assumes  gay  apparel  for  his  wedding,  and  partakes  of  a  banquet  in  honor  of  his 
nuptials.  The  preparations  for  his  execution  in  military  style  proceed,  but  LAZA- 
RILLO adroitly  abstracts  the  messengers  of  death.  At  length  the  hour  arrives,  and 
DON  CAESAR  is  led  forth  to  be  shot,  as  the  Scene  changes  to  a  Saloon  in  the  Palace 
Montefiori,  in  which  a  festival  is  at  its  height.  In  the  midst  of  the  revelry  a  volley 
of  musketry  is  heard  at  a  distance ;  this  startles  the  guests,  but  the  dance  is  soon 
resumed. 

DON  JOSE,  ever  intent  on  the  consummation  of  his  deep-laid  plans  against  the 
honor  of  the  Queen,  introduces  MARITANA  to  the  MARQUIS  and  MARCHIONESS  DE 
MONTEFIORI,  and  they,  being  his  dependants,  agree  to  introduce  her  to  the  KING 
as  their  long-lost  niece.  The  KING  makes  warm  and  passionate  professions  to 
MARITANA,  and  DON  JOSE  promises  to  ensure  their  meeting  at  an  appointed  hour. 
As  the  KING  retires,  DON  CAESAR,  disguised  as  a  monk,  joins  the  revelers  and 
claims  of  DON  JOSE  his  wife !  DON  JOSE  is  confounded,  but  prompt  in  stratagems, 
he  contrives  to  introduce  the  ugly  old  MARCHIONESS  to  DON  C^ISAR  as  his  bride. 
Of  course,  DON  CAESAR  is  horror-struck !  He  repudiates  her,  but  still  believes  him- 
self deceived;  and,  hearing  the  voice  of  MARITANA,  he  is  confirmed  in  his  belief. 
He  becomes  enraged,  and  demands  his  true  wife.  DON  JOSE  orders  his  arrest,  and 
that  also  of  MARITANA,  and  these  two  are  borne  away  in  different  directions  as 
the  Second  Act  ends. 

The  unhappy  MARITANA  now  pines  in  a  villa  belonging  to  the  King,  and  DON 
JOSE  still  secretly  carries  on  his  base  designs  against  her  honor,  so  that  the  KING'S 
infidelity  may  serve  him  as  a  stepping-stone  to  the  Queen's  favor.  But  MARITANA 
is  pure,  and  disregards  all  the  KING'S  proffers  of  wealth  and  luxury.  DON  CAESAR 
again  arrives  at  a  fortunate  moment  in  search  of  his  wife,  and  encountering  the 
KING,  whom  he  does  not  recognize,  a  most  amusing  interview  follows.  The  KING 
is  called  away  in  haste,  and  MARITANA  and  DON  C.*SAR  meet;  their  love  is  mutual, 
and  the  plot  of  DON  JOSE  is  overthrown.  His  treason  to  the  King,  and  intended 
villainy  to  the  Queen,  become  apparent.  DON  JOSE  falls  beneath  DON  CAESAR'S 
sword.  DON  CAESAR  secures  his  bride,  and  an  appointment  as  Governor  at  a  dis- 
tant Court  beyond  the  reach  of  his  creditors.  W.  C. 


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MARITANA. 


ACT   THE   FlEST. 
SCENE   THE   FIRST. 

A  Square  in  Madrid — People  following  MARITANA,  who  is  singing — The  KING, 
dressed  in  black,  is  amongst  them  ;  he  wears  a  dark  mantle,  in  which  he  envelopes 
himself,  to  the  L.  of  MARITANA,  whom  he  appears  to  contemplate  with  devotion. 

OPENING  CHOEUS. 

Sing,  pretty  maiden,  sing 

That  lovely  song  again ; 
Sing,  pretty  maiden,  sing 

The  thrilling  airs  of  Spain : 
Sing  of  love  and  beauty, 

Bow'r  and  tented  plain — 
Sing,  sweet  Maritana, 

Sing  that  song  again ! 
Sing,  sing,  Gitana ! 

EOMANZA— MARITANA. 

It  was  a  knight  of  princely  mien, 

One  blue  and  golden  day, 
Came  riding  through  the  forest  green 

That  round  his  castle  lay; 
And  there  heard  he  a  gipsy  maid 

Her  songs  of  love  reveal : 
Like  a  spirit  of  light 

She  enchanted  the  knight — 
'Twas  a  king! 

Cho.  'Twas  a  king ! 

Mar.  'Twas  the  King  of  Castile  ! 

Cho.  Sing,  sing,  Maritana — 

N"o  delay, 
No  delay, 

Love's  minstrel,  Maritana ! 
He  will  pay, 
Thus  we  pay.  ( Giving  her  money.) 

Mar.  Her  beauty's  blaze,  her  magic  tone, 

His  lost  heart  fled  in  vain ; 
And  soon  he  raised  her  to  a  throne, 
O'er  fair  Castile  to  reign. 


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And  so  it  chanced,  a  gipsy  maid, 

As  legends  old  reveal, 
From  enchanting  the  throng 
With  one  beautiful  song, 
Was  a  queen ! 

Cho.  Was  a  queen  ! 

Mar.  Yes,  the  Queen  of  Castile ! 

Cho.  So  of  old  then  it  befell 

Just  as  YOU  the  story  tell  ? 
Brava,  brava !  Maritana ! 
It  befell 
Then  as  you  tell,  Ac. 

King,  (with  passion.)  How  beautiful  she  is  I 

[Enter  DON  JOSE.] 

Don  J.  (advancing.)  He!  It  is  the  third  time  I  have  discovered  him  on  this 
spot. 

Mar.  (to  the  King.)  Good  signor,  haven't  you  a  single  maravedi  at  the  bottom 
of  your  purse  ?  it  might  better  requite  a  poor  singer  than  those  forlorn  looks. 

[The  KING  gives  her  money,  then  exits  hastily . 

A  quadruple  of  gold !     I  can  scarcely  believe  I  am  not  dreaming  again. 

Don  J.  You  have  received  a  good  offering  this  morning,  eh,  my  little  siren  ? 
Mar.  Yes,  a  golden  quadruple !    He  must  be  some  very  rich  man ! 

(Looking  after  the  King.) 

Don  J.  Very;  Don  Rafal  d'Arpinas,  the  most  opulent  gentleman  in  Spain. 
(Aside.)  Your  Majesty's  secret  is  worth  possessing.  I  shall  improve  my  acquaint- 
ance with  this  handsome  Gitana ;  her  star  is  in  the  ascendant.  (Aloud.)  So,  my 
little  mountain  fairy,  what  song  will  you  sing  me  for  the  fellow  to  that  golden 
piece  which  glitters  still  in  your  pretty  hand  ? 

Mar.  Sing?    Anything,  signor — what  shall  it  be? 

Don  J.  Let  me  recollect.  Oh,  the  legend  which  you  warbled  to  the  Quewi 
yesterday ;  her  Majesty  stopped  her  carriage  to  listen  to  you,  I  was  told. 

Mar.  That  is  no  more  than  truth,  signor. 

Don  J.  It  must  have  been  an  interesting  ditty. 

Mar.  A  mere  romance,  popular  in  Madrid,  said  often  to  have  been  heard  at 
midnight  in  some  old  ruined  palace  of  the  Moorish  kings,  far  over  the  mountains 
yonder :  they  call  it  the  "  Harp  in  the  Air." 

Don  J.  By  all  means  sing  it. 

Mar.  Willingly,  signor ;  but  I  must  first  summon  my  attendant  spirits. 

(Beckoning  forward  the  Gipsies  for  chorus.) 

EOMANZA. 

I  hear  it  again — 

'Tis  the  harp  in  the  air! 

It  hangs  on  the  walls 

Of  the  old  Moorish  halls; 

Though  none  knew  its  minstrel, 

Or  how  it  came  there. 

Listen !  listen ! 
'Tis  the  harp  in  the  air ! 


SCENE!.]  MAKITANA.  7 

It  telleth  of  days  that  are  faded  and  gone; 
It  tells  of  the  brave, 

Of  the  lovely  and  fair, 
Of  a  warrior's  grave, 
Of  a  maiden's  despair ! 

There!  there!  (Harp.) 

List,  pilgrim,  list ! — 'tis  the  harp  in  the  air ! 

Cho.  There !  there ! 

Stay,  pilgrim,  <fec.,  Ac. 

Mar.  You'll  hear  it  at  night, 

When  the  moon  shineth  bright; 
You'll  hear  it  at  dawn 
In  the  grey  twilight; 
Though  none  knew  its  minstrel, 
Or  how  it  came  there. 

Listen !  listen ! 
'Tis  the  harp  in  the  air ! 
It  telleth  of  days  that  are  faded  and  gone ; 
It  tells  of  a  knight, 

Of  a  young  Moorish  maid, 
Of  a  broken  plight, 
And  a  heart  betrayed ! 

There!  there!  (Harp.) 

List,  pilgrim,  list! — 'tis  the  harp  in  the  air! 

Cho.  There!  there! 

Stay,  pilgrim,  <fcc.,  Ac. 

Don  J.  Brava !  brava !  take  the  recompense  your  sweet  song  richly  deserves. 
Mar.  Another  golden  quadruple!    See,  friends,  I  shall  be  affluent,  indeed! 
Oh,  thanks,  thanks,  signer!     (Chimes  heard.)     Ah!  the  Angelus!     Such  good 
fortune  should  admonish  us  to  be  doubly  devout. 

(They  kneel.) 
ANGELUS. 

Angels,  that  around  us  hover, 

Guard  us  till  the  close  of  day! 
Our  heads,  oh,  let  your  white  wings  cover, 

See  us  kneel,  and  hear  us  pray ! 
Angels,  that  above  us  hover, 

Guard  us  through  another  day. 

[AU  exeunt  except  MARITANA,  who  remains  still  on  her  knees,  looking  at  the 
piece  of  gold  in  her  lap. 

Don  J.  Why  do  you  sigh  in  contemplating  your  gains  ? 

Afar.  Because  they  are  still  too  little  or  too  much,  signer. 

Don  J.  What  mean  you  ? 

Mar.  Too  much  for  remunerating  songs  of  a  poor  Gitana,  and  too  little  to  con- 
firm the  dreams  of  splendor  which  nightly  occupy  my  slumbers. 

Don  J.  Ah !  a  Gitana  then  has  her  dreams  of  greatness? 

Afar.  Yes,  I  fancy  myself  in  a  gilded  coach,  glittering  with  jewels !  Oh,  I 
despair  of  such  visionary  promises  ever  coming  to  pass !  I — feathers — diamonds ! 
Ha!  ha!  ha! 

DUETTO— MAKITANA  and  DON  JOSE. 

Mar.  Of  fairy  wand  had  I  the  power, 

Some  palace  bright  my  home  should  be, 
By  marble  fount,  in  orange  bow'r, 
Dancing  to  music's  melody. 

Tra,  la,  ra,  la,  tral,  lal,  <tc. 


MARITANA. 


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Don  J.  Those  lovely  eyes,  those  ruby  lips, 

Might  win  a  brighter  home  for  thee ; 
Than  crystal  hall,  where  fairy  trips 
Lightly  to  echo's  minstrelsy. 

(Mocking.)  Tra,  la,  la,  la,  tral,  lal,  Ac. 

Mar.  Of  fairy  wand 

Had  I  command, 
At  moonlit  hour, 
In  silken  bower, 
To  music's  note, 
On  air  I'd  float, 
In  golden  sheen 

And  jewels  gay 
Of  pleasure,  Queen — 
I'd  laugh  and  sing, 

And  dance  and  play. 

Tra,  la,  la,  la,  Ac. 

Don  <T.  Those  sparkling  eyes 

Are  brighter  prize 
Than  gems  that  glow 
On  kingly  brow. 
Of  those  avail 

Ere  yet  they  fade, 
For  joy  will  quail 

When  time's  o'ershade; 
Then  laugh  while  love 

And  beauty  aid. 
( Mocking.)  Tra,  la,  la,  la,  Ac. 

Mar.  (aside.)  Deems  he,  as  others  oft  have  done, 

My  wild  fantastic  thoughts  are  vain ; 
Chimeras  all,  now  here,  now  gone, 

As  visions  rise  and  fade  again. 

Don  J.  (aside.)  Thus  woman's  heart  is  ever  bought, 

If  gold  but  gleam  within  her  eyes; 
So,  by  the  flame,  the  moth  is  caught, 
Burneth  its  giddy  wing,  and  dies. 

EECITATIVE— DON  JOSE. 

Think  of  the  splendor — the  glory — 
The  bright  career  which  waiteth  thy  future  steps, 
One  round  of  triumph ! 

ENSEMBLE. 

Mar.  Of  fairy  wand,  Ac. 

Don  J.  Those  sparkling  eyes,  Ac. 

Don  J.  (aside.)  The  little  vain  coquette ! 

Mar.  You  laugh  at  my  folly,  signor  ? 

Don  J.  Not  in  the  least :  what  better  to  command  wealth  than  such  a  passport 
of  beauty? 

Mar.  Ah,  signor,  now,  indeed,  I  know  you  are  jesting  with  me ! 

(Ory  without  of  "the  Queen") 

Listen !  There's  the  Queen  passing  through  the  grand  square ;  if  I  could  only 
attract  her  notice  again !  Adieu,  signor ;  ambitious  as  I  am,  I  can  still  remember 
to  be  grateful. 

[Exit  singing,  "  Of  fairy  wand,  &e.,  L. 

Don  J.  Au  revoir,  la  belle  Maritana  1    Yes,  yes,  your  aspiring  dreams  will 
come  to  pass,  since,  through  your  influence  over  the  heart  of  the  King,  Don  Jose 


SCENE  L]  MAEITANA.  9 

looks  to  realize  his  own  over  that  of  the  neglected  Queen.  Once  persuaded  of 
her  husband's  infidelity,  might  not  the  incensed  wife  be  induced  to  look,  even 
from  her  throne,  for  an  object  worthy  of  assisting  her  just  revenge?  then?  Don 
Jose — yes,  yes,  Maritana,  your  dreams  will  come  to  pass,  and  speedily !  (Noise.) 
Ah!  whom  have  we  here? 

[Enter  DON  CJESAR, /rom  an  Hotel  of  somewhat  humble  description,  evidently  a  little 

inebriated.} 

Don  O.  Miserable  knaves !  why,  they  cheat  at  cards  without  conscience,  as  if 
they  were  privileged,  like  our  nobles  of  Madrid.  Oh,  if  it  were  no  dishonor  to 
ray  sword  to  chastise  such  canaille!  Robbed,  plundered  of  my  last  maravedi !  I 
shall  sup  upon  cold  air  to-night,  and  sleep — where  I  shall  have  the  whole  blue 
expanse  above  for  my  bed-curtains !  Ha !  ha !  ha ! 

Don  J.  Am  I  mistaken?  no,  it  is  Don  Csesar  de  Bazan! 

Don  G.  Don  Jose  de  Santarem? 

Don  J.  The  same.  It  is  long  since  we  met,  Don  Caesar ;  you  have  been  some 
time  absent  from  Madrid? 

Don  C.  On  my  travels. 

Don  J.  They  say  travel  changes  a  man.  (Regarding  him.) 

Don  O.  And  his  apparel?     (Laughing.)     Ha!  ha!  ha! 

Don  J.  Your  noble  father  left  you  a  high  name  and  a  brilliant  inheritance. 

Don  C.  The  name  I  still  bear ;  the  inheritance  benefits  mankind. 

Don  J.  You  had  numerous  followers ! 

Don  C.  So  I  have  still — creditors!  Go  wherever  I  may,  they  are  sure  to  follow 
me ;  and,  as  I  am  very  fond  of  change,  by  my  valor,  but  I  give  them  some  trouble 
to  run  after  me.  Ha!  ha!  ha! 

CAVATINA— DON  CJSSAK. 

All  the  world  over, 
All  the  world  over, 

To  love ! 

To  drink ! 

To  fight ! 

I  delight! 

Drink  with  the  father, 
Woo  with  the  daughter, 
Fight  with  the  lover — 

Wing'd  like  the  swallow,  where  spring  flowers  invite. 
By  changing  the  scene, 
All,  all  is  serene, 
And  skies  calmly  blue, 
Bright,  bright  as  the  dew, 
For  me  ever  shine, 
I'm  always  resigned, 
Wherever  I  find — 

War! 

Woman — 

Or  Wine ! 
All  the  world  over,  &c. 

Creditors  truly, 
Sometimes  unruly, 

Perplex, 

Torment, 

Complain, 

But  in  vain, 


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However  they  vast  be, 
Sorrows  ne'er  last  me, 
Though  down  they  cast  me. 
Light  as  a  ball  I  rebound  again ! 
By  changing  the  scene, 
When  griefs  intervene, 
Your  sky's  ever  blue, 
Your  life  ever  new ; 
And,  like  Don  Csesar, 
Each  care  you'll  resign, 
"Wherever  combine — 

War! 

Woman — 

Or  Wine! 
All  the  world  over,  <fcc. 

Don  J.  And  what  happy  event  has  restored  you  to  your  native  city? 

Don  C.  Hope!  the  rainbow,  hope!  that  my  creditors  were  all  dead.  Alas! 
creditors,  like  the  imperishable  laurel,  never  die!  But,  tell  me,  what  news  here? 
drink  they  the  same,  and  fight  as  many  duels  as  formerly? 

Don  J.  Duels  have  become  rare  in  Madrid  since  the  edict  of  the  King. 

Don  C.  What  edict? 

Don  J.  One  which  decrees  that  all  who  fight  with  the  sword  shall  be  shot, 
except  the  duel  take  place  during  Holy  Week,  then  the  survivor  is  condemned 
to  be 

Don  C.  What? 

Don  J.  Hanged. 

Don  C.  Um !  if  I  mistake  not,  Holy  Week  commenced  to-day  ? 

Don  J.  Exactly  so. 

Don  C.  Then  I  must  keep  out  of  a  passion.  Hanged !  I  shouldn't  survive  the 
disgrace.  (Noise  without.)  Ha!  ha!  ha!  What  is  all  this ? 

[Enter  LAZARILIX)  and  BOATMAN.] 

Boat.  Foolish  boy!     I  insist  on  conducting  you  to  your  friends. 

Laz.  Why  did  you  prevent  me  drowning  myself?     I  wish  to  die. 

Don  C.  Eh!  Die  at  your  age?  Drown  yourself?  You  cannot  have  many 
creditors,  surely  ? 

Laz.  No,  signer ;  but  I  am  apprenticed  to  a  stern  master — an  armorer — who, 
under  pretence  that  the  corslets  were  not  kept  bright,  beat  me  again  to-day. 

Don   Ccesar.    Again!     Hath  he  beaten  thee  ere  now? 

Laz.  Yes,  signor,  frequently,  till  I  can  no  longer  endure  it.  I  prefer  death  1 
(Terrified.)  Ah!  they  come  to  arrest  me. 

Don  C.  (opposing  himself.)  Fear  nothing.     I'll  interpose. 

Laz.  Alas !  thai  captain  will  not  hear  of  pity. 

Don  C.  I  shall  defend  you  with  my  sword.     (Touching  his  sword-hilt.) 

Don  J.  (putting  his  hand  on  his  arm.)  Kecollect !  Holy-week ! 

[CAPTAIN  and  SOLDIERS  enter,  and  the  MOB  return.] 

CONGESTED  PIECE. 

Capi.  See,  the  culprit,  quick,  arrest  him ! 

Don  C.  Stay !  one  word,  ere  you  molest  him ! 

Noble  Captain,  brave  sir,  hear  me, 
Stay  thy  rage  or  learn  to  fear  me ! 


SCENE  I.]  MAEITANA.  11 

Capt,  Why  my  orders  disobey  you  ? 

Laz.  Mercy !  mercy ! 

Don  O.  List,  I  pray  you ! 

If  a  mere  child's  poor  entreaty, 

Fail  to  move  that  heart  of  thine; 
If  his  voice  excite  no  pity, 

Brother  soldier,  list  to  mine. 
Capt.  Come,  your  duty  quickly  seek. 

Prayers  and  tears  won't  make  me  civil : 

Don  C.  (suppressing  himself.) 

Oh  !  if  'twere  not  Holy-week, 
Him  I'd  send  to  the  devil; 

Gallant  captain  ? 

Capt.  Loose  my  cloak ! 

Don  C.  Eage  consumes  me!    I  shall  choke! 

Laz.  Mercy ! 

Copt.  Come,  your  duty  seek : 

Don  C.  Oh,  if  'twere  not  Holy- week ! 

Capt.  Quick  !  if  you'd  escape  the  lash ! 

Laz.  Stay,  this  cruel  anger,  stay ! 

Pity  and  forgiveness  pray : 

Ne'er  again  will  I  be  rash, 

Pity  and  withhold  the  lash. 

Don  C.  Out  his  cursed  brains  I'll  dash ! 

Don  J.  With  the  boy  do  not  be  rash ! 

Capt.  March ! 

Don  C.  Must  I  this  scorn — one  word  ? 

Capt.  Mendicant,  be  not  absurd ! 

Don  C.  "Men" — I  vengeance  instant  wreak, 

Oh  !  if  it  were  not  Holy- week ! 
Capt.  Thou  threat'nest,  insolent ! 

Don  C.  Beware! 

Still  to  provoke  me  do  not  dare, 

Lest  on  the  spot — (grasping  sword)  great  captain — I 

Kill  thee  outright. 
Capt.  Hence,  miscreant,  fly ! 

Don  C.  (proudly,  with  dignity.) 

Know,  sir,  who  I  am ; 
Count  de  Garofa, 
Don  Caesar  de  Bazan  ; 
Who,  in  the  presence  of  his  monarch, 
Covered,  hat.h  a  right  to  appear. 
You  have  insulted  me  beyond  all  bearing, 

Redress  I  seek.     (Draws  sword.) 
Hence,  to  the  devil,  with  the  Holy-week, 
Thus  I  chastise  thy  daring,  (strikes  him  with  his  sword,) 
Capt.  A  challenge,  vengeance !     (Draws.)  • 

Don  C,  A  challenge,  forward. 

ENSEMBLE. 

Don  C.  Oh !  you  soon  shall  bite  the  dust, 

Honor's  debt  is  quickly  staid: 
Oh !  that  by  a  cut  and  thrust, 

Dunning  creditors  were  paid. 
Capt.  Come,  you  will  not  prove  the  first 

Braggart,  whom  this  blade  hath  staid; 
Only  with  a  single  thrust, 
Your  account  is  quickly  paid. 


12  MARITANA.  [Acrr  L 

Laz.  Oh !  forbear,  indeed  you  must : 

Be  this  frightful  quarrel  staid, 
If  for  me  your  life  were  lost, 

Ever  more  would  grief  upbraid. 
Don  J.  Don't  forget  before  you  thrust, 

Holy-week  who  dares  invade, 
Be  his  quarrel  e'er  so  just, 

By  the  halter  will  be  paid. 
Cho.  See  this  combat,  all  now  must, 

Blow  for  blow,  and  blade  to  blade; 
Happy  he  who  falls  the  first, 
Conquest  by  the  hangman  paid. 

[Exeunt  aU  but  DON  JOSE,  L. 

Don  J.  Have  a  care,  my  worthy  captain ;  Don  Caesar  is  a  dead  thrust.  I  would 
not  give  a  single  marevedi  for  your  share  of  daylight  to-morrow. 

[Enter  MAEITANA,  joyfvUy.'] 

Mar.  (singing,  as  she  went  out.)  You  here  still,  signer?  Ah,  I  have  seen  our 
beautiful  queen  looking  so  amiable  1  Diamonds,  too,  glittering  brilliantly !  De- 
lightful! 

Don  J.  (aside.)  This  Gitana!  who  knows? — that  fool,  Don  Caesar,  too — they 
might  be  rendered  subservient  to  my  purpose!  (To  Maritana.)  Still  dreaming 
of  greatness,  eh? 

Mar.  Ah,  signer,  if  I  had  but  your  opportunity  of  going  to  court,  and  seeing 
all  the  splendor — why  you  might  speak  to  the  king? 

Don  J.  I  prefer  speaking  to  you. 

Mar.  Me !  The  time  is  badly  chosen  just  now,  for  here  are  numbers  of  people 
who  will  require  of  me  to  tell  their  fortunes.  Shall  I  tell  your's  signer  ? 

Don  J.  By-and-by,  (apart)  anon  you  shall  learn  your  own. 

[Enter  PEOPLE.] 

CHOEUS. 

Pretty  Gitana,  tell  us 

What  the  Fates  decree  ? 
Pretty  Gitana,  tell  us, 
Shall  we  happy  be  ? 
Shall  I  married  be  ? 
Shall  I  wealthy  be  ? 

Mar.  Yes,  yes,  the  language  of  the  skies, 

With  ease  can  I  impart ! 
*  But  plainer  read,  in  starry  eyes, 

The  language  of  the  heart ! 
With  whom  begins  the  charm  ? 
Cho.  With  me ! 

With  me! 
Mar.  Young  soldier,  first  your  palm 

Let  me  see  ? 

Sold.  Willingly. 

Mar.  You  love  a  pretty  dame  ? 

Sold.  That's  true. 

Mar.  You  are  to  blame ! 

Beware  of  wooing 
An  old  man's  wife  ! 


SCENE  I.] 


MAKITANA. 


13 


Her  youth  and  beauty 
Will  cause  you  strife ! 

(The  SOLDIER  turns  away  confused.) 

Cho.  Beware  of  wooing, 

Ha!  ha!  ha! 

Afar.  Who  next  pursues  the  charm  ? 

Cho.  Tell  me! 

Tell  me ! 

Mar.  (to  an  old  man.)  Good  father,  now  your  palm ! 
Old  man.  Cheerfully. 

Mar.  You  have  a  handsome  bride  ? 

Old  man.  That's  true. 

Mar.  Of  beauty  she's  the  pride. 

When  weak  old  dotards 
To  young  maids  wed, 
Young  men  do,  sometimes, 

Make  love  instead ! 
Old  man.  Bah ! 

(As  he  turns  away,  the  people  laugh.    Exit  OLD  MAN.) 
Cho.  When  weak  old  dotards,  Ac. 

Don  J.  In  turn,  what  say  you  ? 

Shall  I  tell  your  fortune  ? 
Mar.  (smiling.)  With  all  my  heart ! 

Don  J.  Attend,  I  pray  you ; — 

It  is,  indeed,  your  fortune 

I  now  impart ! 

To  you  I  promise  rank ! — a  carriage ! — 
A  splendid  equipage — a  speedy  marriage ! 
Mar.  Marriage ! 

Oh,  joy !  all !  all !  my  heart  desires ! 

Gladly  I  hear  the  stars'  decree  ; 
Only  I  fear  this  sunny  hope 

Is  far  too  bright,  too  bright  for  me. 

(DON  JOSE  and  MARITANA,  repeating  vrith  delight^ 

And  more  than  that,  within  j      *  [  hand, 

Almost  a  sceptre, — high  command  ! 

A  princely  heart — a  palace  home — 

The  mirror'd  hall — the  glittering  dome  ! 
Don  J.  You  seem  amazed !    Indeed, 

I  tell  but  what's  decreed, — 

As  you  shall  see ! 

Mar.  Decreed  by  whom  ? 

Don  J.  By  me ! 

Mar.  By  thee  ? 

Don  J.  Yes  !  by  me !  Ac.        (Da  capo.) 

FINALE. 
[Enter  DON  CJJSAR,  LAZAKILLO,  ALCALDE,  SOLDIEBS,  and  PEOPLE.] 


Don  C. 


Farewell,  my  valiant  captain ! 

I  told  you  how  'twould  be ; 
You'll  not  forget,  brave  captain, 
The  lesson  due  to  me ! 
Ha!  ha!  ha!  ha! 
Ha!  ha!  ha!  ha! 
I  told  you  how  'twould  be. 


14 


Laz.  (troubled.) 
Don  C. 


MAKITANA. 

The  Alcalde,  and  the  soldiers 
You  they  seek,  I  fear. 

Then  I  another  journey 
Must  take,  that's  pretty  clear. 


[ACT  I. 


ENSEMBLE. 

Ale.  Stay!  in  the  name  of  the  king 

I  you  arrest,  sir,  stay ! 

Your  sword  at  once  resign, 

And  now  the  laws  obey. 

Don  J.  Sir,  the  laws  obey; 

Your  sword  at  once  resign. 
Don  C.  Well,  in  the  name  of  the  king, 

Since  you  arrest,  I  stay  ; 
My  sword  I  thus  resign, 

And  now  the  laws  obey. 

Cho.  Why,  in  the  name  of  the  king, 

A  noble  count  thus  stay? 
We  Don  Ceesar  defend, 
If  he  the  word  but  say. 

Mar.  'Midst  of  this  tumult  and  strife, 

Scarce  half  awake  I  seem ; 
( To  Jose.)  The  words  that  you  have  said 

Still  paint  the  pleasing  dream. 
Don  J.  Yes,  by  the  na/ine  of  the  king, 

Swear  I  the  sunny  dream, 
Whene'er  thou  wak'st  again, 
Shall  on  thee  brightly  beam. 

Don  C.  (to  People.)  Desist,  I  pray, 

Ale.  The  laws  obey ! 

Don  C.  Yes,  I  obey. 

Ale.  Away ! 

People.  Stay,  stay ! 

Don  C.  No,  I  obey, 
Away. 

Mar.  To-morrow,  I  shall  be  a  duchess  ! 

Don  C.'  To-morrow,  I,  no  doubt,  shall  swing! 

Don  J.  Yes,  too  certain,  that  your  fate  is ! 

Ak.  March,  by  order  of  the  king ! 

Mar.  Ah !  what  here  do  I  behold  ? 

Free  the  gallant  captive,  pray ; 
I  to-morrow  shall  have  gola  — 

Gladly  I'll  his  ransom  pay. 

Don  C.  Gen'rous  creature,  they'll  not  hear  you. 

Mar.  I'll  with  gold  to-morrow  pay. 

Don  C.  All  good  angels  hover  near  you. 

Ale.  Cease  this  folly — on,  away  ? 

MAKITANA,  LAZARIIXO,  and  CHORUS. 

Oh  misfortune !  for  this  quarrel 
Must  his  life  ignobly  pay? 

Don  J.  I  forewarn'd  him,  for  this  quarrel 

He  with  life  must  surely  pay  ! 

Don  C.  All  must  die  of  something  some  day, 

'Tis  a  debt  we  all  must  pay. 


SCENE  L]  MAEITANA.  15 

Ale.  Away!  cease  this  folly,  and  away! 

He  with  life  must  surely  pay. 

Cho.  Stay!  stay! 

Don  C.  No—I  obey ! 

Away,  Ac. 

[  They  march  him  out  E.,  MARITANA,  &c.,  exeunt  L.  and  bach 


ACT  THE  SECOND. 
SCENE    THE    FIRST. 

Interior  of  a  Fortress — A  window  at  back,  opened,  shoivs  a  clock  (with  the  hour-hand 
at  five)  on  a  neighboring  tower — Doors  E.  and  L.  and  old  settle  near  window  L. 
DON  CJESAK  is  discovered  asleep  on  a  couch,  LAZARIULO  near  him — Chimes  of 
a  clock  heard. 

AEIA — LAZARILLO. 

Alas !  those  chimes  so  sweetly  pealing, 

Gently  dulcet  to  the  ear, 
Sound  like  Pity's  voice  revealing 

To  the  dying,  "  Death  is  near !" 
Still  he  slumbers — how  serenely ! 

Not  a  sigh  disturbs  his  rest : 
Oh,  that  angels  now  might  waft  him 

To  the  mansions  of  the  blest! 

Don  C.  (waking.)  Ha!  thou  boy,  tell  me  what  o'clock  is't? 

(Lazarillo,  troubled,  points  to  clock.) 

Still  two  hours  to  live.  Deuce!  what  made  me  wake  so  early?  Dreaming,  too, 
my  creditors  were  all  transported  to  the  moon.  Ha!  ha!  still  two  hours!  Boy, 
how  shall  I  pass  the  time  ? 

Laz.  Signor? 

Don  C.  If  but  two  hours  of  life  were  thy  whole  remain  of  grief  or  joy  in  this 
world, — answer  me  truly,  scapegrace, — how  wouldst  employ  thyself,  eh  ? 

Laz.  (bowing.)  Pardon,  signer,  I  would  send  for  a  priest,  and  confess  my  sins. 

Don  G.  Ha!  ha!  What!  confess  my  sins  in  two  hours?  Two  hours  might 
serve  for  thee,  boy,  but  for  me  two  years  would  scarce  suffice.  Well  thought,  I'll 
make  my  will, — no,  that  would  scarce  occupy  two  minutes. 

Laz.  Alas !  and  is  there  no  one,  signer,  might  supplicate  the  King  to  spare  thy 
life? 

Don  C.  (reflecting.)  No,  no,  boy ;  no  one  cares  whether  I'm  shot  or  hanged ! 

Laz.  No  one? 

Don  C.  No  one !    Yes — one 

Laz.  (eagerly.)  Oh,  name  him ! 

AEIA. 

Don  C.  Hither  as  I  came,  one  poor  old  man, 

With  silver  hairs,  and  tear-drops  in  his  eye*, 
Wept  that  my  life  was  wasted  to  a  span, 
And  mercy  importuned  with  bitter  cries! 


16  MAEITANA. 

Laz.  Thy  father? 

Don  C.  (dashing  away  a  tear.) 

Frantic  were  his  looks,  that  poor  old  man  ! 

With  silver  hairs,  grief's  accents  on  his  tongue, 
Lost  in  despair,  before  the  guard  he  ran, 

And  held  a  document  at  least  so  long — 

Laz.  His  sad  petition  thee  to  guard  from  ill? 

Don  C.  (affects  to  -weep.) 

It  was,  alas !  an  unpaid  tailor's  bill ! 
Ha !  ha !  ha !  ha !  this  one  eternal  dun, 
Torment  of  earth,  I  shall  at  least  outrun. 

TKIO. 

Don  C.  Turn  on,  old  Time,  thine  hour-glass, 

The  sand  of  life  why  stay  ?  . 
Quick !  let  the  gold-grained  moments  pass, 
'Tis  they  all  debts  must  pay. 

Of  what  avail  are  grief  and  tears, 
Since  life,  which  came,  must  go? 

And  brief  the  longest  tide  of  years, 
As  waves  that  ebb  and  flow. 

Laz.  Stay,  fleeting  Time,  thine  hour-glass, 

The  tide  of  life  oh  stay, 
Nor  let  the  golden  moments  pass 
Like  worthless  sand  away ! 

For  him,  oh !  be  there  many  years 

Apart  from  every  woe ; 
The  blue  serene  which  heaven  wears 

When  waves  scarce  ebb  and  flow. 


Don  J.  Despite,  old  Time,  thine  hour-glass, 

Turn  quickly  as  it  may, 
His  sand  of  life  not  yet  shall  pass, 
If  he  my  wish  obey. 

Of  life  there  are  full  happy  years, 

If  well  the  die  we  throw, 
For  May-day  smiles  and  autumn  tears 

Are  waves  that  ebb  and  flow. 

[At  a  gesture  from  DON  JOSE,  LAZARILLO  exits  R. 

Don  C.  Don  Jose  iu  my  prison  ! 

Don  J.  Ought  that  to  surprise  you  ?  Am  I  not  an  old  friend  ?  As  first  minister 
I  would  exert  my  influence  to  serve  you. 

Don  C.  Serve  me !     (Looking  at  clock.)   I  have  scarcely  two  hours  to  live. 

Don  J.  Have  you  no  last  request  ? 

Don  C.  Um,  none!  (Recollecting.}  Yes,  yonder  boy,  who  just  quitted  us;  I 
somehow  cake  an  interest  in  his  fate. 

Don  J.  Is  he  not  the  cause  of  your  death  ? 

Don  C.  Inadvertently.  I  owe  him  that — but  then  I  owe  something  to  every- 
body. 

Don  J.  You  wish  me  to  take  the  lad  into  my  service,  perhaps  ? 

Don  C.  That  is  my  wish. 

Don  J.  It  shall  be  done ;  what  more? 


SCENE  L]  MAKITANA.  ,  17 

Don  0.  Nothing. 

Don  J.  No !     Is  the  last  of  the  Garofas  then  content  to  perish  like 

Don  C.  (troubled.)  Hush !  I  fear  to  think  of  such  ignominy.  If  his  Majesty 
would  but  confer  upon  me  the  happiness  of  falling  like  a  soldier  ? 

CAVATINA— DON  CJESAR. 

Yes,  let  me  like  a  soldier  fall 

Upon  some  open  plain  ; 
This  breast  expanding  for  the  ball, 

To  blot  out  every  stain. 
Brave,  manly  hearts,  confer  my  doom, 

That  gentler  ones  may  tell, 
Howe'er  forgot,  unknown  my  tomb, 

I  like  a  soldier  fell. 

I  only  ask  for  that  proud  race 

Which  ends  its  blaze  in  me, 
To  die.  the  last,  and  not  disgrace 

Its  ancient  chivalry. 
Though  o'er  my  clay  no  banner  wave, 

Xor  trumpet  requiem  swell, 
Enough — they  murmur  at  my  grave, 

He  like  a  soldier  fell ! 

Don  J.  I  pledge  my  honor  to  see  this  performed  on  condition 

Don  C.  Condition  to  me !     What  is  it  ? 

Don  J.  You  must  marry 

Don  C.  Marry  1  I !  what,  for  an  hour  and  three-quarters  ?    You  are  jesting. 

Don  J.  No !    Quite  the  contrary. 

Don  C.  Ah !  then,  I  see,  it's  my  name  you  require  ? 

Don  J.  Perhaps 

Don  C.  To  elevate  some  antique  maiden,  who  sighs  to  become  a  countess — fifty 
years  of  age,  no  doubt  ? 

Don  J.  It  is  immaterial  to  you. 

Don  C.  And  ugly  as  a  gorgon,  eh ' 

Don  J.  You  will  never  behold  her. 

Don  C.  How !     Am  I  to  marry  an  invisible  woman  ? 

Don  J.  Her  features  will  be  rendered  invisible  to  you  by  a  thick  veil,  which 
will  also  prevent  her  seeing  you ;  but  you  must  give  your  honor  not  even  to  de- 
mand her  name.  Will  you  consent  to  take  such  woman  for  thy  wedded  wife  ? 

Don  C.  I  will!  and  I  give  my  word  to  ask  no  questions  whatever — ha!  ha! 
And  why  not  marry?  Mind,  on  condition  that  I  am  to  be  shoi,  instead  of 
hanged  ! 

Don  J.  Agreed. 

Don  C.  And  that  I  see  and  carouse  with  the  brave  fellows  commissioned  to 
despatch  me ! 

Don  J.  Strange  request !  However,  be  it  so,  a  banquet  shall  be  served,  and 
your  guards  attend ;  and,  as  your  costume  is  somewhat  unbridegroom-like,  you'll 
find  apparel  more  suiting  the  occasion  in  yonder  chamber.  Please  you  put  it  on. 

Don  C.  Oh,  by  all  means.  Attention  to  costume  is  necessary  when  one  becomes 
a  bridegroom.  Ha !  ha ! 

[Exitl,. 

Don  «7.  Yes,  yes,  la  belle  Maritana,  my  prediction  of  thy  advancement  cometh 
quickly  to  pass — married  to  Don  Coesar,  the  widowed  Countess  of  Garofa  may 
3 


18  .  M  ABIT  ANA.  [Acr  II. 

approach  BO  near  the  King  as  to  be  ever  fascinating  his  eyes  and  heart — but 
will  Maritana  consent  to  this  blindfold  marriage?  I'll  tell  her  'tis  the  Queen's 
command. 

[Enter  LAZARILLO — gives  a  paper  to  DON  JOSE.] 

Don  J.  For  me?  (Opens  and  reads  it  aside.)  Um!  the  King's  pardon  for  Don 
Ccesar !  It  will  not  suit  the  first  minister's  policy  that  this  should  arrive  at  present. 
Puts  it  in  his  vest.)  Boy,  at  the  request  of  Don  Csesar,  I  admit  you  at  once  into 
uy  service. 

Laz.  Thanks,  signer — to-morrow. 

Don  J.  Why  not  to-day? 

Laz.  To-day  he  lives  who  dies,  alas !  for  me !  I  cannot  forsake  him  till — — 
(agitated.)  To-morrow,  signer,  I  shall  be  as  devoted  to  your  service  as  I  am  now 
to  his. 

Don  J.  As  thou  pleasest.  Go,  tell  them  at  the  hotel  yonder  in  my  name  to 
serve  a  banquet  for  at  least  twenty,  and  say  to  the  Captain  of  the  Guard  I  would 
speak  to  him  in  the  outer  room. 

[Exit  LAZARILLO  B. 

Don  J.  It  is  a  desperate  game  I  am  playing,  but  the  very  thought  of  possessing 
the  Queen  brings  memory  back  to  the  happy  time  I  first  beheld  and  loved  her. 

BALLAD. 

( Written  by  ALFRED  BUNN,  Esq.,  at  the  request  of  the  Author  and  Composer.) 

In  happy  moments,  day  by  day, 

The  sands  of  life  may  pass 
In  swift,  but  tranquil  tide  away 

From  time's  unerring  glass; 
Yet  hopes  we  used  as  bright  to  deem, 

Remembrance  will  recall, 
Whose  pure  and  whose  unfading  beam 

Is  dearer  than  them  all. 

Though  anxious  eyes  upon  us  gaze, 

And  hearts  with  fondness  beat, 
Whose  smile  upon  each  feature  plays 

With  truthfulness  replete : 
Some  thoughts  none  others  can  replace, 

Remembrance  will  recall, 
Which  in  the  flight  of  years  we  trace 

Is  dearer  than  them  all. 

[Enter  LAZARILLO.] 

Laz.  How  strange !  a  sumptuous  banquet  to  be  given  !    This  must  be  some 

mistake — some 

[Enter  DON  C.ESAR,  in  a  costly  dress.'] 

(Seeing  Don  Coesar,  and  staring.)     I'm  not  awake  ! 

Don  C.  (gaily.)  Ah,  boy!  why,  how  you  stare?  Saw'st  thou  never  a  nobleman 
In  velvet  and  gold  before?  Ah !  here  come  our  guests,  and  the  banquet !  Bravo, 
Don  Jose !  Welcome,  friends !  welcome  to  table !  fill  quickly ! 

Laz.  Am  I  dreaming? 

[Enter  SERVANTS,  spreading  a  costly  table,  others  with  seats,  then  SOLDIERS,  &c.,  B. 
SOLDIERS  put  aside  their  arquebuses  behind  the  screen,  then  Jill,  drink,  &c. 


SCENE  L]  MAEITANA.  19 

Laz.  (troubled.)  Alas!  whom  see  I?    Signer,  'tis  the  Alcalde. 
Don  C.  He's  welcome;  bid  him  enter.     (Soldiers  all  rise.) 

[Enter  ALCALDE  and  OFFICERS,  E.] 

Ale.  Don  Csesar  de  Bazan? 

Don  C.  I,  sir,  am  he.     (Alcalde  gives  sentence  to  DON  CJESAB,  who  reads  it.) 
Ale.  Your  sentence  now  is  changed.    'Tis  the  decree  of  the  King  you  be  not 
hanged,  but  shot ;  there,  'neath  the  fortress  wall.     (Pointing.)     You,  sir,  see  it 
done.     (To  Officer.)  At  seven  o'clock;  the  warrant  so  commands. 

[Exit,  OFFICERS  fottow. 

Don  C.  So;  are  they  gone?    That  affair's  settled.    Let  us  to  our  cups.     (Clock 
chimes  six.)     Six,  by  the  clock !  fill  up  and  sing,  no  time  to  rehearse ! 

[Enter  DON  JOSE,  conducting  MARITANA,  dressed  as  a  bride,  and  veiled.] 

DM  J.  Your  bride ! 

Don  C.  (to  Soldiers,  laughing.)  Fill !  long  life  and  a  happy  widowhood  to  my 
future  countess ! 

Laz.  (with  surprise.)  His  future  countess  ? 

Don  C.  Aye,  boy — why  not  ?    A  bumper  to  the  countess !    Fill !    (Fills  goblet.) 

SOLO.— DON  CLESAK. 

Health  to  the  lady,  the  lovely  bride ! 

Length  of  years  to  her  be  given ; 
Like  this  brightly  sparkling  nectar, 

Eadiant  with  the  light  of  heaven  ! 

CHOEUS. 

Health  to  the  lady,  the  lovely  bride ! 
Laz.  Life  on  her  each  bliss  bestow, 

Like  this  cup  of  rosy  nectar, 

May  her  hours  with  joy  o'erflow ! 

(During  this  chorus  LAZARILLO  withdraws  the  bullets  from  the  arquebuses.) 

ENSEMBLE. 

Don  C.  By  this  hand,  so  soft  and  trembling, 

By  those  locks  so  sunny  bright : 
'Neath  that  cruel  veil  dissembling, 
Youth  and  beauty  hide  their  light ! 

Mar.  Like  the  mist  upon  the  mountain, 

So  this  veil  obscures  my  sight, 
From  this  bosom  palpitating, 
Closing  every  beam  of  light. 

Don  J.  Hark !  the  organ,  softly  pealing, 

Calleth  to  the  nuptial  rite ; 
Time  is  flying — quick,  be  stirring 
You  must  wed  and  die  to-night ! 

Don  C.  and  Mar.        Lo!  the  organ  sweetly  pealing, 
Calleth  to  the  hallowed  rite ! 
Ah !  what  mystery !  no  escaping ! 
Don  C.  I  must  wed,  and  die  to-night! 

Mar.  I  must  be  a'  bride  to-night ! 


20  MAKITANA.  [Acr  IL 

Laz.  Yes,  the  organ,  hope  inspiring, 

Calling  to  the  nuptial  rite, 
Like  a  spirit  seems  to  murmur, 
No !  he  shall  not  die  to-night ! 

CHOKUS. 

Hark  !  the  organ,  softly  pealing, 

Calleth  to  a  nuptial  rite; 
Ah !  what  hear  we  ? — task  revolting ! 

He  by  us  must  fall  to-night ! 

(Clock  chimes  quarter  past  six,  as  all  exeunt,  SOLDIERS  taking  their  arquebuses.) 


SCENE   THE    SECOND. 

A  magnificent  Saloon,  in  the  Palace  of  the  MARQUIS  MONTEFIORI,  brilliantly 

illuminated. 

CHORUS  OF  LADIES. 

Ah  !  what  pleasure ! — the  soft  guitar, 
And  merry — merry  castanet, 

Beguile  the  hours, 

While  balmy  flowers 

And  sparkling  wine, 

With  eyes  that  shine 
Like  wand'ring  stars  together  met, 
Chase  from  the  heart  all  sad  regret! 
Let  true  delight  each  bosom  cheer. 
Since  not  a  care  can  enter  here. 

WALTZ. 

(Fortress  clock  strikes  seven  ;  a  roll  of  musketery  is  heard  in  the  distance  ;  the 
dance  stops  suddenly  ;  MARCHIONESS  advances.) 

March.  Holy  Madelina !  what  sound  was  that?  My  nerves  are.absolutely  aspen 
leaves. 

Marq.  Sweet,  my  Lady  Marchioness,  subdue  this  terrific  sensibility;  yonder 
sound,  fair  excellence,  was  a — a  mere  nothing ;  some  ruffianly  soldier,  for  draw- 
ing his  sword  in  Holy-Week,  condemned  (as  one  of  my  rascals  informed  me)  to  be 
shot  at  seven  o'clock. 

March,  (with  affectation.}  Dear  me,  Marquis,  was  that  attf  What  a  noise  they 
make  about  trifles !  Pray  continue  the  dance. 

Marq.  (admiringly.)  Amiable  creature ! 

WALTZ.     (Resumed.) 

{Enter  DON  JOSE,  B.] 
Don  J.  Marquis ! 

Marq.  I'm  enchanted  to  behold 

Don  J.  Suppress  these  raptures,  Monsieur  le  Marquis,  and  listen  to  me :  I 
have  conducted  hither  your  niece,  whom  you  lost  some  ten  years  ago. 
Marq.  My  niece?    Impossible!    I  have  no  niece,  signor. 


SCENE  1L]  MARITANA.  21 

Don  J.  Oh,  yes,  you  have;  when  I  gave  you  the  appointment  of  Grand  Direc- 
tor of  the  Royal  Menagerie,  you  promised  to  recollect  whatever  I  wished.  Stretch 
your  memory  a  little,  Monsieur  le  Marquis — I  say  you  have  a  long-lost  niece. 

Marq.  Oh,  certainly,  Don  Jose ;  now  you  remind  me,  I  recollect  my  pretty  lit- 
tle niece  well  enough.  Where  is  the  dear  infant? 

Don  J.  Infant  ?  um !  During  ten  years'  absence  she  is  wonderfully  grown  up, 
of  course. 

Marq.  Certainly,  she  must  be  in  such  a  lapse  of  time;  where  is  she?  I'm  al 
impatience.  Is  she  handsome?  like  the  family? — does  she  resemble  me? 

Don  J.  (leading  in  Maritana.)  Judge  for  yourself;  here  she  is!  Madame  la 
Countess  de  Bazan.  Madame — Monsieur  le  Marquis  de  Montefiori,  your  noble 
uncle. 

Mar.  A  Marquis  my  uncle  ? 

Marq.  But  I  thought  Don  Caesar  de  Bazan,  at  seven  o'clock  this  evening,  was 
expected  to 

Don  J.  Join  the  present  party,  of  course ;  yes,  and  this  way,  I  perceive,  he 
approacheth.  You  will  apprise  the  Marchioness,  your  wife,  of  the  return  of  her 
lovely  relative — I'll  follow  instantly,  and (bows  the  Marquis  up.) 

[Enter  the  KING,  R] 

Mar.  (joyfully,  then  ivith  chagrin.)  He  ?    No !  another ! 

Don  J.  (presenting  Maritana  to  the  King.)  The  countess !  (Bows,  and  goes  up  to 
the  Marquis,  who  is  explaining  to  the  Marchioness  the  suggestions  of  Don  Jose.  The 
company  is  invited  to  withdraw,  as  if  to  take  refreshments.) 

[Music  as  all  exit  but  KING  and  MARITANA. 

King.  Charming  Maritana,  my  beauteous  bride ! 

Mar.  Bride! 

King,  (with  great  tenderness.)  Oh !  yes ;  mine.  I  could  not  live  without  thee. 
It  seemeth  to  me,  beautiful  Maritana,  as  if  love's  bright  genius  had  but  created 
thy  sweet  presence  to  render  this  world  an  earthly  paradise. 

RECITATIVE. 

Hear  me,  gentle  Maritana, 

By  the  magic  of  thy  beauty, 
Hear  me  swear,  too,  fair  Gitana, 

This  fond  heart  beats  but  for  thee. 
A  captive  'neath  thy  chains  delighted, 

Though  its  doom  be  dark  and  heavy, 
By  a  smile  of  thine  requited, 

It  would  not,  if  it  could,  be  free. 

AEIA. 

The  mariner  in  his  barque, 

When  o'er  him  dim  clouds  hover, 
With  rapture  through  tempests  dark, 

Beholds  one  star  above ; 
Sweet  hope  then  his  bosom  swells, 

His  every  care  seems  over — 
A  smile,  as  from  heaven  tells, 

Of  home — of  delight — of  love. 


22  MABITANA.  [Acr  H. 

[Enter  DON  JOSE,  hastily.'] 

Don  J.  (whispering.)  Sire,  the  guests  return  to  the  saloon — withdraw,  I  beseech, 
or  recognized 

King.  And  Maritana? 

Don  J.  (whispers.)  Her,  at  the  appointed  hour,  you'll  find  at  the  Villa  d'Aran- 
guez — Sire,  they  come ! 

King.  I  depart;  remember!  .  (Gazing  at  Maritana.)    Maritana!     (Sighs.) 

[Exit  L. 

Mar.  (joyfully.}  Gone!    Am  I  free? 

Don  J.  Yes,  he  is  gone !  you  are  free  (aside)  till  midnight.  Go,  join  the  fes- 
tivity, and  anticipate  every  happiness ;  they  come  to  invite  you. 

[Enter  the  MARQUIS,  inviting  MARITANA  to  join  the  dance."] 

Marq.  Sweet  niece,  shall  we  electrify  them  with  a  saraband,  eh  ? 

Mar.  Dance?  Willingly  1  The  departure  of  yon  dark  stranger  has  removed 
a  cloud  from  my  heart ;  and  a  secret  monitor  whispers  me  that  a  much  dearer 
object  is .  not  far  distant,  whose  presence  will  quickly  confirm  every  anticipated 
joy.  [She  exits,  L. 

Don  J.  She  little  dreams  that  other  is  no  more !     (Exultingly.) 

[Enter  DON  C-ESAB  as  a  Monk."] 

Don  C.  (touching  Don  Jose,  B.)  Don  Jose ! 

Don  J.  That  voice !    Who  art  thou? 

Don  C.  (unmasking.)  Don  Csesar,  at  your  service ! 

Don  J.  Alive? 

Don  C.  Yes,  some  benevolent  fairy,  I  presume,  withdrew  the  bullets  from  the 
arquebuses ;  not  liking  to  disgrace,  I  won't  say  disappoint,  my  executioners,  I  fell ; 
pretended  to  be  shot ;  they  walked  away — I  walked  hither. 

Don  J.  For  what  purpose? 

Don  C.  To  claim  my  wife. 

Don  J.  Your  wife !    Who  told  you  she  was  here? 

Don  C.  (laughing.)  The  same  good  fairy  that  withdrew  the  bullets  from  the 
arquebuses;  where  is  she? 

Don  J.  (pointing  B.)  In  that  room ;  find  her  out  yourself. 

Don  C.  I  will !  Oh !  I  should  know  her  from  a  thousand,  if  only  by  the  soft- 
ness of  her  small  white  hand.  [Exit,  B. 

Don  J.  How  to  mislead  him? 

[Enter  MARQUIS.] 

Don  J.  Ah !  this  creature !    Where's  your  wife? 

Marq.  Beceiving  the  adulations  of  her  adoring  guests,  as  her  lovely  white  hand 
touches  the  trembling  lute !  O — h !  (Sighs.) 

Don  J.  Ah !  I  have  an  appointment  in  my  gift,  Grand  Master  of  the  Aviary. 
Instruct  the  Marchioness  to  play  a  part  as  I  direct,  the  appointment  is  yours. 

Marq.  I !  Grand  Master  of  the  Boyal  Aviary,  with  a  pension  of .  What 

part  is  the  divine  Marchioness  to  play,  Don  Jose?  Is  it  on  the  lute?  She'll 
suspend  your  every  faculty  with  a  single  chord ! 

Don  J.  Bah !  lute !  no,  no,  I'll  tell  you.  [Exeunt  L 


SCENE  I.]  MAEITANA.        .  23 

[Re-enter  DON  C.ESAR  K.] 

Don  C.  (angrily.}  No  wife  there !  Don  Jose  is  trifling  with  me.  I'll  demand 
satis — fac — eh ! 

[Re-enter  DON  JOSE,  conducting  in  the  MARCHIONESS  veiled,  and  followed  by  the 

MARQUIS.] 

Don  J.  The  Countess  de  Bazan ! 

Don  0.  Ecstasy!     (Aside.)   'Tis  her  hand ! 

Marq.  Eh  ?    My  wife  Countess  de  Bazan  I    And  that  the  man  whom  they  shot 

this  very  evening  ?    I'm  petrified !    I'll  alarm  all  the • 

Don  J.  Silence !  remember  the  appointment. 

QUAETETTE. 

(DoN  C.ESAR  removes  the  veil.) 
Don  C.  (with  chagrin.)  Ah,  confusion  ! 

What  delusion! 

"With  surprise  I'm  almost  mute! 
Who  would  win  her, 
Let  him  wear  her; 
I  the  prize  will  ne'er  dispute. 

March.  Oh,  vexation ! 

Mortification ! 
With  disdain  I'm  almost  mute! 

Thus  to  scorn  me, 

Can  it  borne  be? 
Marquis,  Marquis,  he's  a  brute ! 

Don  J,  This  delusion, 

And  confusion, 
And  regret,  will  me  just  suit! 

He'll  obey  now, 

And  not  stay  now 
Maritana  to  dispute ! 

Marq.  Oh,  confusion ! 

Hence,  delusion !  , 

Soon  this  sword  shall  end  dispute ! 

Thus  to  scorn  thee, 

Can  it  borne  be  ? 
Yes,  dear  creature,  he's  a  brute ! 

Marq.  (touching  Ats  sword.)   I  can  scarcely  restrain  my  rage. 

Don  C.  (laughing.)  Don't  be  indignant  on  my  account,  good  marquis.  ( Whis- 
pering.) But  even  you,  who  are  twice  my  age,  would  prefer  single  blessedness  to 
a  precious  piece  of  antiquity  for  a  wife  like  that. 

Marq.  Antiquity !  If  you  don't  admire  her  yourself,  don't  attempt  to  dishearten 
others.  (Retreats  angrily  with  Marchioness.) 

Don  J.  Then  you  renounce  a  bride  who  has  married  you  for  your  name  alone  ? 

Don  C.  Can  you  ask  it? 

Don  J.  Don't  be  too  hasty,  be  advised  by  a  friend ;  your  wife  is  rich  ;  sign  a 
contract  to  relinquish  her,  and  quit  Madrid  for  ever:  I'll  ensure  you  an  annual 
remittance  of  five  thousand  piastres. 

Don  C.  Pen,  ink,  and  paper, — 'tis  done ! 

Don  J.  They  are  here — write.     (Showing  pens  and  ink  on  table.) 

(DoN  C.ESAR  sits  at  table,  E.) 
Don  C.  (sitting.)  You  have  only  to  dictate. 


24  MAEITANA.  [Acr  II. 

Don  J.  (Don  Ccesar  repeating.)  Write!  I,  Don  Csesar,  Count  de  Garofa,  con- 
eent  to  quit  the  countess,  my  wife  (Maritana  sings),  and  Madrid  for  ever,  on  pay- 
ment of 

[Music.    MARITANA  sings  in  the  saloon — DON  GESAR  pauses  to  listen.'] 
Don  C.  Eh !  what's  that? 
Don  J.  Write!  write! 

FINALE. 

(MARITANA  sings  within,  "Harp  in  the  Air.") 
Don  C.  (rising,  and  dropping  the  pen.) 

That  voice !  that  voice ! 
'Tis  hers,  I  swear, 
With  whom  I  at  the  altar  knelt ! 
Don  J.  (drawing  his  sword.) 

Csesar!  Csesar! 
Beware !  beware ! 
Ere  all  thy  danger  yet  be  felt. 
Don  C.  (drawing  also.)    I'll  seek  my  wife ! 
Don  J.  'Twill  cost  thy  life  ! 

(At  a  sign  from  DON  JOSE,  a  body  of  Soldiers  enter  and  airest  DON  CJESAR.) 

Don  J.  (pointing.)  Lo !  a  criminal  before  you 

Fled  from  justice,  guard  with  life. 
Don  C.  But  an  instant,  I  implore  you, 

Just  to  know  who  is  my  wife ! 
Don  J.  No,  no,  no, 

It  must  not  be. 

Don  C.  Her  let  me  see. 

Don  J.  and  Guards.  Away !  away ! 

Don  G.  Stay !  stay  ! 

[Enter  MARITANA,  MARQUIS,  MARCHIONESS,  and  Guests,  C.] 
Afar.  Ah !  what  tumult  here  ? 

Don  J.  Her  arrest  too !    Alguazils  there ! 

[Enter  ALGUAZIIS,  who  detain  MARITANA  at  the  back,  K.] 
Don  J.  Him  to  prison — her  that  way  bear! 

Don  C.  (struggling.)  Stay!  stay! 

Don  J.  To  the  Villa  d'Aranjuez ! 

Don  C.  Away !  away ! 

[DoN  JOSE,  MARQUIS,  and  MARCHIONESS,  stand  between  MAHITANA  and  DON 
C^SAR,  to  prevent  their  seeing  each  other.] 

Don  C.  What  mystery 

Must  now  control  ? 
It  maddens — 

It  distracts  my  soul ! 
Don  J.  With  mystery 

Their  steps  control  ; 
Their  meeting 

Would  distract  my  soul! 
Mar.  What  mystery ! 

Why  thus  control  ? 
What  horror 

Now  awaits  my  soul  ? 
Marq.,  March.,  and  Cho.       What  mystery 

Doth  thus  contr/ol ! 
Not  darker 
Clouda  when  thunders  roll ! 


SCENE  L]  MARITANA.  25 

Sold,  and  Alg.  With  mystery 

Their  steps  control ! 
"What  anger 
Hath  enraged  his  soul! 

Mar.  (struggling.)  Who  is  he  ? 

Oh,  let  me  see! 
I  will  be  free ! 

Don  C.  (struggling.)  Her  let  me  see ! 

Oh,  let  me  free ! 
Let  me  free ! 

Don  J.  Away ! 

No,  no, 
It  must  not  be ! 

Cho.  Away !     Ac.,  Ac. 

GENEEAL  CHORUS. 

What  terrors  dread 

Each  heart  control ! 
What  consternation 

Fills  each  soul ! 

[Dox  GassAR  is  forced  off  L.,  MARITANA  E.,  followed  by  DON  JOSE. 
Picture  of  consternation,  &c.,  &c. 


ACT  THE  THIRD. 
SCENE    THE    FIRST. 

A  magnificent  Apartment,  richly  decorated  with  tapestry,  mirrors,  a  portrait  of  the 
Virgin,  &c.  A  table,  on  which  is  a  candelabra,  chairs,  &c.,  doors  R.  and.  L.,  at 
back  a  Corridor  which  overlooks  the  gardens  of  distant  palace.  Mooidight. 
MARITANA  discovered  surveying  the  apartment.  Music. 

RECITATIVE. 

How  dreary  to  my  heart  is  this  gay  chamber ! 

Those  crystal  mirrors  and  those  marble  walls 
Add  to  my  gloom,  while  sweetly  sad  remembrance 

The  joyful  hours  of  liberty  recalls. 
My  lonely  form,  reflected  as  I  pass, 

Seems  like  a  spectre  on  my  steps  to  wait, 
Inquiring  from  the  cold  enwreathed  glass, 

Can  mighty  grandeur  be  thus  desolate? 

ARIA. 

( Written  by  ALFRED  BUNN,  ESQ.,  at  the  request  of  the  Author  and  Composer.) 

Scenes  that  are  brightest 

May  charm  awhile 
Hearts  which  are  lightest. 

And  eyes  that  smile; 
Yet  o'er  them  above  us, 

Though  nature  beam, 
With  none  to  love  us, 

How  sad  they  seem ! 


26  MAEITANA.  [Acr  IIL 

Words  cannot  scatter 

The  thoughts  we  fear, 
•  For  though  they  flatter, 

They  mock  the  ear: 
Hopes  still  deceive  us 

With  fearful  cost, 
And  when  they  leave  us, 

The  heart  is  lost. 

[Exit.     Noise  of  a  carriage  heard  to  stop. 

[Enter  LAZARILLO.] 

Laz.  Madam,  from  the  corridor  I  perceive  a  carriage ;  it  is  Don  Jose  de — eh ! 
not  here!  (Looks  off  R.)  I  see — again  plunged  in  melancholy.  What  can  this 
mystery  be  ?  and  who  is  yonder  lady,  so  secluded  ? — a  prisoner  in  this  palace. 

[Enter  DON  JOSE.] 

Don  J.  Lazarillo ! 

Laz.  Signer  1     (Sowing.) 

Don  J.  (in  an  undertone.)  Where's  the  lady? 

Laz.  (points  off  E.)  Signer. 

Don  J.  Um!  You  saw  the  cavalier  who  spoke  to  me  yesterday?  Did  you 
know  his  features? 

Laz.  Yes,  signer,  they  are  stamped  on  every  piastre  in  Spain — it  was  the 
King. 

Don  J.  True — but  mind  you  make  no  mistake;  nevertheless,  if  your  memory 
fail  in  the  least,  look  on  this  likeness  (gives  him  gold),  and  when  he  comes  here 
to-night 

Laz.  The  King,  signer? 

Don  J.  (whispers.)  Aye,  boy,  the  King — mind,  none  else  must  be  admitted. 

Don  J.  Should  any  other  attempt? 

Don  J.  Desire  him,  from  the  lattice  there,  to  depart;  if  he  refuse,  be  ready 
with  your  arquebus,  and  fire  at  him. 

Laz.  I  obey,  signor. 

[Sows  and  exits  L. 

Don  J.  Having  no  real  authority  for  the  detention  of  Don  Caesar,  he  is,  unfor- 
tunately, still  at  liberty,  and  in  Madrid ;  luckily,  however,  his  ignorance  of  the 
King's  pardon  will  keep  him  out  of  the  way,  for  fear  of  a  re-apprehension ;  and 
the  King,  amused  by  the  sparkling  eyes  of  the  Gitana,  will  utterly  forget  the 
beauteous  Queen,  that  bright  idol  which  he  no  longer  worships,  but  for  one  sweet 
smile  of  whom  Don  Jose  would  how  gladly  perish. 

AEIA. 

No !  my  courage  now  regaining, 

Banner  waving,  trumpet  sounding, 
Nobly  daring,  my  gage  maintaining, 

Forward,  heart  of  chivalry ! 
So  the  wounded  knight  untiring, 

On  his  gallant  steed  rebounding, 
At  his  lady's  feet  expiring, 

Dies  for  love  or  victory. 

[Re-enter  MARITANA.] 
Mar.  That  voice ! 
Don  J.  Ah !    The  countess 


SCENE  L]  MAKITANA.  27 

Mar.  You !     Oh,  do  not  mock  me  by  that  title. 

Don  J.  Nay,  it  is  your  own,  but  you  appear  uneasy ;  have  I  not  kept  my  word  ? 
(Smiling.) 

Mar.  (despondingly.)  Perfectly.  I  an},  a  countess — I  reside  in  a  costly  palace. 
Every  desire  of  my  proud  heart,  save  one,  has  come  to  pass. 

Don  J.  And  that  one  is,  your  husband  f  (Making  a  signal  off  the  stage.)  Your 
up  of  delight  is  now  brim  full ;  your  husband  arrives. 

[Enter  LAZARILLO,  showing  in  the  KING.] 

Mar.  Husband !  he?     (Retreats.) 

[DON  JOSE  retires  with  LAZARILLO. 

King,  (detaining  her.)  Lovely  Maritana,  do  not  fly  me.  Wherefore  tremble? 
Fear'st  thou  me? 

Mar.  (sighing.)  Indeed,  yes ! 

King.  Thou  art  unhappy? 

Mar.  (sadly.)  Indeed,  indeed,  yes  ! 

King.  Wherefore? 

Mar.  Pardon !     This  strange  marriage — thou,  so  exalted,  I  ?o  humble ! 

King,  (frowning.)  I  exalted  !     Who  hath  told  thee? 

Mar.  That  brow  severe — that  lofty  bearing ;  yes,  yes,  I  feel  so  high  thou  art, 
I  tremble  to  raise  to  thee  one  inquiring  look. 

King.  Courage !  sweet  Maritana !  Were  the  earth  at  my  command,  I'd  give 
thee  all.  Don  Jose  told  me  thou  would'st  fondly  receive  my  affection. 

Mar.  Don  Jose  falsely  reared  this  delusion,  haply  to  enrich  himself  with  thy 
wealth. 

King.  Wealth !  and  would'st  thou  possess  it  also,  it  shall  flow  like  the  golden 
shower  of  Danse  into  thy  lap ! 

Mar.  I — I  disregard  affluence. 

King.  Nay,  Maritana ;  doth  it  grieve  thee  thy  husband  is  endowed  with  riches? 

Mar.  Willingly  would  I  share  poverty  with  one  who  shared  my  heart. 

King,  (tenderly.)  Listen  to  me,  beautiful  Maritana — listen ! 

Mar.  You  are  my  lord — I  must  obey. 

King.  Obey !  Oh,  it  is  too  cold  a  word.  (A  shot  heard.)  An  intruder  into 
the  presence  of — (checking  himself.)  Go  in  till  this  be  past;  I'll  follow  soon, 
believe. 

Mar.  (aside.)  Ah  me!  unlucky  Maritana.  [Exit  E. 

King,  (looking  after  her.)  The  prize  is  mine !  at  length  she  believes  all — ail. 

[DoN  CJESAR  appears  in  balcony. 

King.  Ah !  a  man  here !     (Stands  aside  to  observe.) 

[LAZARILLO  fires  again  without. 

Don  O.  That's  one  way  of  receiving  a  gentleman,  by  sending  a  bullet  through 
bis  brains! 

[Enter  LAZARILLO,  the  arquebus  in  his  hand.] 

Laz.  Don  Caesar !     (Disappears.) 

Don  C.  (looking  about.)  Eh?  who  knows  me?  (Sees  the  King.)  Pardon,  sig- 
nor,  I  did  not  perceive  you. 

King.  Why  come  you  in  at  the  window? 


MARITANA. 


[Acr  III. 


Don  C.  Refused  admittance  at  the  door,  the  window  was  the  only  way.  Egad ! 
a  man  needs  a  stout  courage  to  storm  a  fortress  under  such  a  brisk  cannonade. 
(Shaking  a  bullet  from  his  hat.)  It  is  but  to  show  the  tip  of  one's  feather  above 
yon  corridor,  and  whizz  comes  a  bullet  at  your  head.  Spirit  of  Hospitality,  how 
are  thy  rights  abused ! 

King,  (sternly.)  I  am  master  here,  and  insist  on  knowing  your  motive  for  this 
intrusion. 

Don  C.  Well,  then,  since  you  are  master  of  the  house,  I  come  to  seek  the 
Countess  de  Bazan !  They  say,  she  lives  here ! 

King.  The  countess?    Do  you  know  her? 

Don  C.  Ha!  ha!  ha!  She's  the  acquaintance  of  ten  minutes  only — but  if  you 
are  master  here,  tell  me  where  to  find  her. 

King,  (indignantly.)  I  tell !  I !     Are  you  aware,  signer,  that  I  am 

Don  C.  Who? 

King,  (in  confusion.)  Wh — o!     Don  Csesar  de  Bazan!     (Seating  himself.) 

Don  C.  (aside.)  Parbleu!     I  must  chastise  this  impostor.     (Touches  his  sword.) 

Laz.  (appearing  at  the  balcony.)  It  is  the  King !     (Aside,  and  disappears.) 

Don  C.  Ha !  the  King !  here,  at  this  hour ! 

King.  And  who,  signer,  pray  may  you  happen  to  be?    Your  name? 

Don  C.  My  name !  Oh,  if  you  are  Don  Csesar  de  Bazan  (putting  on  his  hat), 
I  am  the  King  of  Spain  ! 

King,  (rising.)  You!  King  of— ha!  ha!  ha! 


DUETTO. 


Don  C. 


King. 


Don  C. 

King- 
Don  C. 


(Aside.) 


Surely,  as  thou  art  Don  Csesar, 
Tea,  I  am  King  of  Spain ; 

Ha !  ha !     Yes,  yes, 

I'm  King  of  Spain  !     (Sits  in  the  king's  chair.) 
Insolent!  thou  the  King  of  Spain? 
I  can't  my  mirth  restrain. 

Ha!  ha!  ha!  ha! 
The  King  of  Spain ! 
Surely,  as  thou  art  Don  Csesar, 

YeS,  yes,  Ac. 
The  King  of  Spain! 
The  King  of  Spain  !     Ac.,  Ac. 
Don  C.  (with  sarcasm.)   You  marvel,  signor,  at  this  hour 

We,  unattended,  here  are  seen, 
So  near  a  pretty  woman's  door, 

That  woman,  too,  is  not  Queen! 
But  kings,  you  know,  like  other  men, 

Sometimes,  a  little  thus  give  way; 
Kings  are  but  mortals — Don  Caesar, 

Of  course,  you'll  not  your  king  betray? 
Of  course ! 
Of  course ! 
Don  Csesar,  now  I  remember  well, 

A  witty,  brawling,  mad-brain'd  sot! 
Beneath 'his  sword  it  was  that  fell, 

The  captain  of  our  Guard,  was't  not? 
Be  kind  enough  to  make  it  clear, J 

If  shot,  as  ordered,  t'other  day, 
And  being  dead,  how  come  you  here? 

Of  course,  we  shall  not  you  betray. 
Of  course ! 
Of  course ! 


Don  C.  (reflecting.) 


SCENE!.]  MAEITANA.  29 

King.  Dread  sire,  your  memory  is  short ! 

Don  C.  What  forget  we  ?  • 

King.  A  most  important  thing. 

Don  Caesar,  at  eight  o'clock,  received 

The  pardon  of  the  king ! 
The  night  of  his  condemnation 

He  received  the  pardoii  of  the  king! 
Don  C.  (aside,  smiling.)  Unhappy  fate ! 

The  pardon  arrived  at  eight 
And  I  was  shot  at  seven ! 
King.  You  to  denounce  me  were  too  late, 

You  see  I  am  forgiven ! 

Don  C.  'Twere  useless  longer  to  retain 

A  title  not  mine  own 

No!  no! 
King.  Then,  then,  you  are  not  King  of  Spain  ! 

Don  C.  As  you  suspect,  I 

King.  Then,  sir,  you  are  not  King  of  Spain ! 

Don  C.  No,  I  my  dignity  forego ! 

King.  Ha!  ha!  I  can't  my  mirth  restrain  1 

So  very  brief  has  been  your  reign  1 
Most  high  and  mighty  King  of  Spain  1 

Ha !  ha  1  <fec.     (Bowing  in  mockery.) 
Don  C.  No  I  nol     I  own  my  title  vain, 

And  doff  my  borrowed  plumes  again, 
To  cry  aloud,  Vive !  King  of  Spain  I 
No !  no  1  I  am  not,  Ac. 

[Enter  LAZARILLO.] 

Laz.  Sir,  in  haste,  a  messenger.     (Gives  King  a  paper.) 

King,  (reading  it.)  Ah !  from  the  Queen !  Arrived  there,  at  the  palace,  and 
expecting  me!  just  now,  provoking!  Boy,  call  thy  fellows  up,  and  older  straight 
they  thrust  forth  yon  stranger,  and  if  our  heavy  anger  thou'dst  not  incur,  see  it 
instant  done.  [Exit. 

Laz.  (with  remorse.)  Sire !  I  will.  My  benefactor,  Don  Csesar,  I  had  nearly  shot 
you  just  now ! 

Don  0.  Never  mind,  boy — where's  that  lady?     (Looking  about.) 

Laz.  If  you  mean  the  mysterious  lady  who — ah !  here  she  comes !  oh,  signer, 
beware !  (Alarmed.) 

Don  C.  I  must  speak  with  her;  watch,  let  no  one  interrupt  us! 

Laz.  Alas!  what  peril.  [Exit  L. 

[Enter  MABITAKA,  K.] 

DUETTO. 

Mar.  A  stranger  here ! 

Don  C.          .  Is  it  thus  we  greet  ? 

Mar.  That  voice !  that  voice ! 

Don  C.  Once  more  we  meet! 

'Tis  the  Zingara ! 

Mar.  Yes,  Maritana. 

Don  C.  (with  grief.)       Oh,  Maritana !  wild  wood-flower, 

Did  they  but  give  thee  a  prouder  name, 
To  place  thee  in  a  kingly  bower, 

And  deck  thee  with  a  gilded  shame ! 
Mar.  No !  Maritana,  though  in  this  bower, 


30  MAKITANA.  [Acr  IH. 

Lips  the  most  pure,  shall  never  blame; 
•  A  captive,  in  a  stranger's  power, 

She'll  perish  ere  she  yield  to  shame  ! 
But  who  art  thou,  my  conduct  thus  to  scan  ? 
Don  C.  I  am  thy  husband,  Don  Caesar  de  Bazan  ! 

Mar.  My  husband  ! 

Don  C.  Thy  husband! 

Yes,  yes,  I  am  the  man. 
Mar.  (joyfully.)  He  is  the  man  I 

Thine  for  ever,  is  this  faithful  heart! 
Don  C.  Yes,  yes,  thy  husband,  never  more  to  part. 

(He  attempts  to  embrace  her.) 

Mar.  But,  how  to  prove  it  ?    Dost  thou  remember 

Those  words,  which,  at  the  altar,  thou  said'at  to  me? 

Don  C.  Yes,  yes,  I'll  prove  it  I     I  seid,  remember, 

"The  rest  of  my  existence,  I  devote  to  thee!" 


My  husband  1 
Thy  husband  ! 
Mine! 
Thine  I 

This  heart  with  bliss  o'erflowing, 
Like  the  nectar-bubbling  wine! 

'  T  In  the  light  of  heaven  glowing, 

Thrills  with  ecstasy  divine  1 
My  husband  ! 
Thy  husband!     Ac.,  Ac.     (They  embrace.) 

[Enter  LAZARILLO.] 

Laz.  Fly,  signer!  guards  approach  the  palace! 

Mar.  (troubled.)  Save  thyself!     Escape! 

Don  C.  Leave  thee,  my  wife  !  the  King  at  thy  chamber-door  ! 

Mar.  In  yonder  garden  walketh  the  Queen  ;  I  saw,  her  from  the  lattice  above  .' 
fly  to  her  feet,  tell  her  that  poor  Maritana  is  here,  a  captive,  in  peril  —  she  will 
rescue  me  ! 

Don  C.  She  —  this  sword  - 

Mar.  No,  no  the  Queen  alone  can,  will  save  me  !  if  you  love  me,  do  as  I  entreat  I 
to  the  Queen,  to  the  Queen  ! 

Don  C.  To  the  Queen. 

[Music.     Exit  by  the  window  —  she  turns  to  the  portrait  of  the  Virgin,  and 
falls  on  her  knees. 

OKISON. 

Mar.  and  Laz.  Holy  mother,  guide  his  footsteps! 

Guide  them  at  a  moment  pure, 
When  the  wicked  fail  and  perish, 

When  the  good  are  all  secure  ! 
Sainted  mother,  oh,  befriend  him, 
And  thy  gentlest  pity  lend  him  ! 

Las.  That  step!  it  is  the  King!    (Retires.) 

[Enter  the  KING.    Re-enter  DON  CJSSAR,  who  locks  the  door.] 
King.  Why  lock'st  thou  the  door? 


SCENE  I.]  MAKITANA.  31 

Don  C.  That  none  else  hear  what  now  I  dare  to  utter;  thou  art  my  King — 
thou'st  my  dishonor  sought— my  wife  insulted — thus  I  that  wrong  repay !  • 

(Throwing  down  his  sword.) 
King.  Intruder!  what  ho!  who  waiteth? 
Mar.  To  death  they'll  drag  thee!  by  the  lattice  fly! 
Don  C.  (to  King.)  Sire,  an  instant  hear  me! 

CAVATINA— DON  OESAR. 

There  is  a  flower  that  bloometh 

When  autumn,  leaves  are  shed, 
With  the  silent  moon  it  weepeth 

The  spring  and  summer  fled. 
The  early  frost  of  winter 

Scarce  one  tint  hath  overcast, 
Oh.  pluck  it  ere  it  wither — 

'Tis  the  memory  of  the  past ! 

It  wafted  perfume  o'er  us, 

Of  sweet  though  sad  regret, 
For  the  true  friends  gone  before  us, 

Whom  none  would  e'er  forget. 
Let  no  heart  brave  its  power, 

By  guilty  thoughts  o'ercast, 
For  then  a  poison  flower 

Is  the  memory  of  the  past! 

King,  (with  emotion.)  Away !  I  spare  thy  life. 

Don  C.  Sire,  I  bear  a  mission. 

King.  A  mission! — thou?    From  whom? 

Don  C.  Sire,  from  the  Queen !  who  would  save  Maritana ! 

King.  How !  did  they  dare  admit  thee  to  the  presence  of  her  Majesty  ? 

Don  G.  No,  sire,  they  did  not  admit  me  by  the  portal,  therefore  climbed  I  the 
garden  wall,  resolved  to  cast  myself,  unlowked  for,  at  her  Majesty's  feet. 

King,  (angrily.)  What  sought  thou  of  the  Queen  ?    Audacious ! 

Don  C.  To  save  my  wife :  that  effort  saved  my  King ! 

King.  Thy  King ! 

Don  C.  At  least,  his  honor !  To  avoid  the  notice  of  the  guards,  hidden  behind 
the  foliage  I  heard,  in  converse  deep,  two  voices,  a  woman's  and  a  man's.  Shall 
I  go  on  ? 

King.  Proceed. 

Don  C.  "Madam,  you  are  betrayed,"  said  the  cavalier  to  the  lady;  "the  King 
to-night  meeteth  his  mistress  in  yonder  villa." 

King,  Jtnd.  that  traitor  was ? 

Don  C.  Don  Jose ! 

King.  And  the  lady  ? 

Don  C.  The  Queen ! 

King.  The  Queen!    Oh,  shame! 

ENSEMBLE. 

King.  Oh,  shame  and  dishonor 

Such  anguish  impart, 
It  seems  as  a  serpent 
Were  'twined  round  my  heart  1 


32  MARITANA. 

Mar.  Remorse  and  dishonor 

Their  anguish  impart ; 
Oh,  may  they  subdue  him, 
And  vanquish  his  heart! 

Don  C.  If  shame  and  dishonor 

Such  torture  impart, 
Ah  I  what  can  requite  us 
For  guilt  in  the  heart? 

King.  Unlock  the  door,  I  say,  and  let  me  forth ! 

Don  C.  Sire,  thou  wouldst  arrive  too  late. 

King.  Too  late,  say'st 

Don  C.  Think'st  thou  Don  Caesar  de  Bazan  spared  the  man  who,  though  scorned 
by  his  Queen,  to  whom  he  spoke  of  love,  would  have  betrayed  his  King?  No, 
sire,  by  this  true  hand  the  traitor  fell.  I  have  done  my  utmost  to  preserve  thine 
honor — canst  thou  destroy  mine?  (Kneels.) 

•  King,  (much  affected,  and  making  a  sign  to  Maritana,  who  gives  him  Don  Caesar's 
sword.)  No,  Don  Caesar,  and  may  that  loyal  sword,  which  has  so  preserved  the 
dignity  of  your  King,  ever  defend  with  equal  bravery  thine  own.  Kise,  I  hear 
footsteps.  Now  unlock  the  door. 

(DON  CJESAR  unlocks  the  door.) 

[Enter  LAZAKILLO,  OFFICERS,  &c.,  of  the  KING'S  Household.'] 

Noble.  Sire,  we  have  sought  you  at  the  request  of  her  Majesty 

King.  And  found  us  in  the  villa  of  Count  de  Bazan,  one  of  our  most  loyal 
subjects.  Don  Caesar  de  Bazan,  we  appoint  you  Governor  of  Grenada. 

Don  C:  Valentia  is  also  vacant,  sire. 

King.  Would  you  prefer  Valentia  to  Grenada  ? 

Don  C.  Valentia  is  one  hundred  leagues  from  Madrid,  sire,  and  beyond  the 
reach  of  my  creditors. 

King,  (laughing.)  Well,  well,  Governor  of  Valentia,  be  it,  then ! 

FINALE. 

With  rapture  glowing, 

Grief  no  longer  one  pang  bestowing, 

Beats  this  heart  with  soft  love  o'erflowing, 

Ev'ry  care  subdued  to  rest, 
By  truth  requited ! 
In  this  bosom,  each  sorrow  blighted, 
Love  and  joy  evermore  tmited ; 

Oh,  what  transports  fill  my  breast  I 

(Taking  each  other's  hands.) 
Yes,  love  requited !  • 

Hand  and  heart  thus  with  bliss  united, 
By  the  smiles  of  kind  friends  lighted; 
Oh,  what  rapture  fills  each  breast!    &c.,  Ac. 


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